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Monica Maartens
i 6 drugih. - ·
DREAM MEADOW
No more, my mother, those flowers
In front of our house in my eyes;
It's the time of some other worlds
And harder and harder the grass breathes.
Like the numb dead silence
Around our house the wasteland has folded her wings,
There the evil Satan naps,
For new campaigns he strengthens his
wings...
But do not worry! In my thoughts
Cheerful, fragrant and vivid are the colours;
I am standing with you in our tiny paradise parts,
I'm chasing away the grey clouds with
the strings of flowers.
In our eyes there is the luxurious dance of the butterflies,
Around us and within us there is the joy of living;
With you, the music of love my heart feels,
Floral and innocent, the dream meadow-
My mum, my loved, my heart is singing!
THE BELIEF
They were teaching me to believe:
In order, work and honesty,
In God, Church and the people,
In angels and devils,
In the beauty of paradise
And in the
hellfire horror...
And I believed:
That nice word all doors opens,
That smile is the mirror of the soul,
That promise is the same as the oath,
That love all barriers breaks,
That
righteousness the peace to the soul gives...
I believed, as others believe,
See, understand, hear...
But all around me
Fake believers,
Greedy bastards,
The slaves of the egoism...
The silence of the children dying
And
the pure love yelling!
WOMAN
Woman!
For love made,
With sacred gifts
blessed;
Empathy
In her heart,
Her joy
When giving,
Gentleness
When caressing...
To heaven
Assumed,
By the smile
Of new life
Illuminated...
Albeit tearful!
And beaten,
And wounded,
And murdered.
WOMAN!!!
Zdenka Mlinar